I thoroughly enjoyed this story with your first memory. Bees are dangerous. We have had enough of them in our trees and one or two combs attached to the planks around the AC upstairs.
Memory at two is well written with a preamble of moving house into a comfortable two-storied building.
Though biographical, it runs like a short story with the elements you listed down at the end in place.
The description of the new residence sounds like a curiosity shop.
"Numerous beds of aromatic flowers speckled the green grass with vibrant....." What a wonderful world for a toddler! A chance to learn colors naturally.
The brief glimpse of dad and mom, you have given us, is enough to show the care and concern they have for their little son.
The bee incident is certainly apprehensive.
It is an absorbing account of a childhood memory.
This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulation on another year of creativity at the WDC. Have a wonderful day.
this story appeals to me for its sense of balance and fair play with all things considered. My review of it is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on the completion of another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
Hank's complaining is reasonable. After all, allergies can be very irritating. I can see he did the right thing by coming out into the open and let fresh air fill his lungs. Coffee too is good for the state of his irritable throat and head. His grouse against spring soon disappeared and in its place, I see his appreciation of the season with nature buzzing around in a handsome way.
"Hank smiled as he watched a fuzzy bumblebee ..."
I wonder if the "vicious" in the title is valid anymore.
Just my thoughts.
I find this note highly inspiring. Here is a humble review of it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations on completing another year at the WDC. Have a wonderful day!
This prose piece is full of apt figures of speech such as simile and metaphor. They enhance the poetic quality of the sublime thoughts expressed here.
Life is mostly "turbulent waters". But with faith in heart and good thoughts on mind, a person can travel the winding long road of life with ease and effortlessness.
God is our Beacon. A great metaphor. Hardly any space left for "fear" and threat of Death. The color and quality of death change when you call it "a Personal Privilege."
this rain poem is full of pain and pleasure. My review on it is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a wonderful anniversary.
Onomatopoeic to the core, the verses bring out the rhythmic music of rain. In India, where I come from, rain is synonymous with joy. The cool rain soothes our heated land bringing relief to the farmers and city dwellers alike.
"a harbinger of cheer."
The roofs and trees get a thorough wash and stand glistening in their fresh look.
The sound of music produced by rain has a uniqueness of its own.
This poem with its neat format mirrors nature in its rainy attire.
Nice cozy story, concerning the living room furniture. Young couple with not enough money struggles to buy "a new suite."
The story appeals because of the true-to-life content and narration. Sellers try to pull wool over the eyes the customers by selling defective furniture.
"only to find that part of the suite was burnt on the part..."
This could be quite dismaying for the couple. It takes time, energy and will to exchange the goods.
Wife's character comes through in flying colors. She protested enough to get her money back. We should have more of her kind in our societies to fight the unfair deals of money economy.
If it happened to the previous occupants, it confirms the fact of shady deals by the store.
not wearing a mask seems their way of defying the virus and along side it is also teasing fate. This is being foolhardy on the part of those who enter public places without a mask. They should sit back and think about the seriousness of the illness caused by the virus.
At least, for the sake of others and children, these extremely courageous people should make it a habit to wear a mask.
Perhaps, there are those, who cannot afford a mask. In that case, the administration should distribute masks free of cost.
Sheer courage or defiance does not work with this pandemic. Caution alone can stop country-wide deaths.
The pandemic purged us of many needless habits. Instead of wasting time on partying for no reason, People stay home and engage getting to know their own families closely. kids open up and parents listen and act more responsibly. Instead of rushing on one's own job and not turning in till late in the night is stopped. Of course, we miss mixing with society for get-togethers and such.
We cultivated disciplined behaviour. There is control on speech and hanging around corners doing nothing. It makes us aware of our health and taking care of elders and kids and the house as well. Mothers attend to their children instead of babysitters.
However, man is a social animal. So, as you have observed "There are brighter days ahead!"
if we observe the restrictions to avoid the pandemic. And we will be soon able breathe freely without a mask.
I notice that winter is full of festivities one way or the other. The same happens here in India. In many parts of this country, it is harvest time and December is the holiest of all months according to the Bhagavadgita, the Holy Hindu scripture.
Your poem brings to focus the brightness of the winter months. The grey of the season fades with the light of devotion shed by
"Hanukkah,
Winter Solstice,
Christmas,
and Kwanzaa."
Winter holidays are the happiest moments in the year. This is the season of rest and relaxation before rejuvenation.
A beautiful free-style winter poem.
It flows well with vivid images.
It is a lovely tribute to all those loving people, who made a lasting impression on the poet's life. The emotion behind each person's description shows the value attached to him or her.
All the positive qualities shown by them would naturally help the poet as she admits to evolve into a mellowed personality.
Description of each person makes me visualize him or her and lets me know why the poet likes them so much.
"He was both sturdy and soft.
Broken hearts, he glued back."
Imagery dominates the poem making it flow smoothly and spontaneously.
Rhythm brings out the quality and color of the content.
wonderful poem on Thanksgiving. If we look back on the years past, we surely realize that we couldn't be where we are without all those folks and God above.
There is so much of love around if only one pauses and looks back. Even those controlling gestures are necessary to make us grow and do better with life.
"To those who frequently clip my wings, and keep me earthbound, thank you."
Images of people are innumerable in this flowing poem of gratitude. Each one is worth imagining and viewing it in the mind's eye.
A very meaningful poem. yes, I would definitely like to fuel my rage to better myself, my hobbies and my writing as well.
Channeling the negative energy into something positive will improve the personality and his or her social instinct to mix and manage life with others of the society.
"Let the rage fuel your desires for betterment."
I find this poem quite inspirational and it has strong note of reforming. Those who fall upon these lines will certainly give a thought to rein in rage and work towards something that needs work.
"rage against the dying light."
As you have said , rage has many ways to detoxicate and get rid of and replaced by calm and cool thoughts about self as to the reasons behind it.
I like the imagery and flow that has a rage about it.
A very vocal poem on retirement blues.
The poet caught the essence of desperation and disillusion that follow retirement from an active job. A day comes in everyone's life when he/she has to retire giving way to the new. Even nature retires in autumn and winter. She does it naturally and admirably. She creates things of beauty. why not we?
As for death, it is not in our control. Things happen in their own natural way and pace.
The poet shows the past, present and future in this perceptive poem.
" Years left behind, cruel and kind,
fading away like a dream.'
Past is a reality to remember. Memories are based on the past. We need to live the present with a new design everyday. Wipe the mind clean off frustration and fear.
Each day is a gift and we should do justice to that fact. we should let ourselves rejuvenate like nature.
Choosing from a number of activities for the retirees is an ideal thing to do.
Moulding life in accordance with our preferred activity s in our hands.
A picturesque poem on autumn.
seasons are eternal yet they seem refreshing every year. There is no monotony in nature, ever.
Short lines speak a lot about the season. You caught the essence of the season of mists in well chosen images.
"Wintered white
Empty trees,
Weathered light'
Herald of winter, autumn marks the beginning of a period of relaxation for nature.
I picked this poem from your poetry folder and it is my pleasure to review it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a lovely day!
You talk about a quality hush, which is difficult to come by. We can't hush nature, the breeze, the rustle of leaves or the sounds of creatures or the songs of birds.
"Hush, crow.
Hush, talkative clouds."
Your ear is obviously fine tuned. You create that scintillating silence in your mind and then a blissful concentration follows.
"Hush soul, let sun kiss my lips again."
Images of nature are found well grounded in imagination. Lines and line lengths agree with the thoughts displayed in the free style mode of the poem.
Well, the Greek story is narrated in all its color.
Medusa- unusual divine figure of Greek mythology. "horrible" but divine as the information tells me. Interesting contradiction?
The female gorgon is also known as a guardian (guardian of what?)
She is famous by her hair of entwined snakes and a deathly eye that turned men to stone are famous.
"Medusa the snake-headed monster
had many snakes upon her head"
Perseus the Hero slays her using the bronze shield of Athena for the reflection of sleeping Medusa's head.
Like any other ancient stories, Greek mythological stories based on their pantheon of Gods and Goddesses and their fraud and plotting against one another make interesting reading. I think Fate is their main beam on which human lives are dependent for good and bad of their lives.
This poem you have shown above carries a brief but key story of Medusa. we should be grateful to Ovid, Homer and some more ancient Greek and Latin poets for their poetic skills and recordations of stories.
Well, the Greek story is narrated in all its color.
Medusa- unusual divine figure of Greek mythology. "horrible" but divine as the information tells me. Interesting contradiction?
The female gorgon is also known as a guardian (guardian of what?)
She is famous by her hair of entwined snakes and a deathly eye that turned men to stone are famous.
"Medusa the snake-headed monster
had many snakes upon her head"
Perseus the Hero slays her using the bronze shield of Athena for the reflection of sleeping Medusa's head.
Like any other ancient stories, Greek mythological stories based on their pantheon of Gods and Goddesses and their fraud and plotting against one another make interesting reading. I think Fate is their main beam on which human lives are dependent for good and bad of their lives.
This poem you have shown above carries a brief but key story of Medusa. we should be grateful to Ovid, Homer and some more ancient Greek and Latin poets for their poetic skills and recordations of stories.
There are so many things thrown into this.
The secret life of the cinema people trying to climb the slippery rocks of success. Life is full of smoke and compromises.
Why drag Kate Winslet and Natalie Portman into the midst of morass?
How does Stephen Spielberg figure into this smoke filled atmosphere. Perhaps this is what happens behind the doors according to the author's imagination.
Are these the "alternatives to sitting in a dark smelly
cinema with a guy's foot tapping the back of your seat."
Moxy-a drink or courage?
looks like values are imbibed in you at a very early age. I appreciate your mother's timely action. This would enable a child not to repeat the shoplifting act again in life. It was the right age and to show practically the impropriety of doing something incorrect.
The story is well narrated. It shows the impact of that particular incident on a child's mind.
"I had been kick-started into honesty."
whether the girl understands the meaning of stealing and honesty or not, quick action at that juncture was good. When she grew up I am sure everything becomes crystal clear.
Thank you for sharing.
Have a wonderful WDC Account Anniversary.
This story poem attracted me and here is a review on it for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a lovely day!
He headless one seems scary and fearful. The "cognomen" of Crane are hunted down by the nightly spirit. The atmosphere at night in the hollows is described with appeal.
"For darkness rides in the dead of night
Cloaked within the night itself"
Like the Highway men, the spirit rides fast and unstoppable looking for its quarry.
Imagery brings it to my mind's view.
The Crane men alone can bring the spirit to its end. Crane men seem to be the good men that can handle the night spirit thus protecting the good men of the countryside.
It is a good enough story poem. Yet, I would suggest add some sharp horror that can stun the reader.
Your childhood memories make an interesting read. Sadness disappears if someone like your grandmother and aunts like Jeanie, Cathie and Lily take care of your welfare. Losing parents at that tender age is a no light matter.
A family of eight could mean a lot of fun and not much stress if there are no chores to attend to. Life can be a dream.
The episode of the collapsed cot is truly funny. I could not help chuckling a bit imagining the state of the fallen Lily in the middle of the cot.
I can understand the philosophical poem in which you stated some raw truths about life, dream and mind. This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a great day.
"if awareness exists, searching for the meaning of life will stop, ..."
Awareness? of what? that life is but a middle passage between birth and death? or everything around including time is a creation of our perception of the universe?
Life itself is an illusion. so some argue that we shouldn't take it too seriously. we should not let ourselves get attached, because nothing remains.Responsibility, however matters as long as we breathe.
"Logic and imagination" appear to be contraries. I wonder if they can work together considering their typical aspects.
I find it difficult to arrive at self knowledge with which everything falls in place.
this is a genuine confession of what happened and how you found your way out of the jungle. This review is for your WDC Account Anniversary. Congratulations and have a wonderful day.
Addiction to anything is difficult to get rid of. Drug addiction is even more so. It damages brain and body alike. The beginning of recovery is the tough time. Temptation cannot be stopped at once or suddenly.
your poem sounds spontaneous and from heart. I could see the helplessness in the beginning very clearly.
"I'd been hooked on drugs,
One hundred years or so."
Your use of the figure of speech shows the tenacity of the drug habit.
Luckily, you found a way out and won the strong odds set against you. Indeed, when everything fails, it is the spiritual path to Him that shows the light and get you out of the morass.
"He removed the burden,
So I could begin again."
It is like a spiritual rebirth and now I am sure, you are stronger and better.
A very effective tribute to parents. What are we without them, their guidance and love?
You have fitted in all the virtues of parents and the gratitude the children should bear for them in a brief crisp style.
"They teach us and guide us."
It is only the parents who understand our pros and cons of personality and love us despite our occasional impatience and irritation. They are the very incarnation of God. Like Him they forgive and love always.
If they leave, they leave us strong and courageous of mind and kind and caring in heart.
Quite a heart-full of memories flowing with spontaneity and the power of recollection. Sitting by the river could be a solace to the tired self. You unfurl yourself and see how strong the past has taken root on your mind and heart.
" Memories made in the solace of the moment,
Whence comes the chance to release their scent,"
This rhyming poem, with a AA BB CC D scheme and a rhythm slow and steady like a the stately current of the river, traces the past in all its splendor and shows the present as well.
The contemplative mood of the poet comes through clear and present.
"That, even now, within my ailing heart,
An age-old glow gives off a glistening spark,"
Poet's bonding with the river both in the physical and spiritual sense is transparently reflected in the verses.
River becomes a benevolent spirit and witnesses and participates in the game of life.
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